Sonder n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Hit rock bottom

The day started out comme-ci comme-ca with yet another early morning and a hotels inability to find a card machine and the ATMs lack of giving me money. Brekkie was like yesterday,

The day then picked up as our car picked us up for a ride to Hue with a first stop at the Marble Mountains, absolutely beautiful.

Second stop, an old bunker at the top of a mountain top that we came to on an amazingly beautiful road.

Third stop being a beach, beautiful (which you might have figured).

Then we arrived at Hue and after settling in at the hotel and doing some bank stuff we headed out for a place to eat lunch and the Emperial City. As I was crossing the street (at a zebra crossing) I was hit from the side, fell down and then being yelled at by the woman that hit me with her moped.
I’m quite proud of my reflexes as I jumped right back being completely focused on not being hit by other traffic.
In the place that we were aiming for the staff brought out band-aids for my cuts and bruises and a couple of American dudes sorted me out for beers. That means that I have once again managed to try the local beer.

The Queen herself continued the day without me as I went back to the hotel, feeling sorry for myself and spent the afternoon doing this.

Getting back into a fab mood ready to hit dinner, I was once again disappointed by Hue, fish and chips anyone (not really what I ordered)?

Tasted like mcnuggets!
Back at the hotel and ready to get out of this place tomorrow I’ve had a “I’ve had a not so fun experience so I miss my mummy” conversation with my mum. Fantastic what a baby one becomes when the booty hurts.

For those who can’t stand ghostly white bootys, stop reading now as here comes a selection of scrapes and bruises.

There’s a few things on my mind right now;
– It can only be better
– I really don’t wanna have to visit a hospital down here
– I’m happy I’m not in Europe right now
– Thank God for Hunger games on TV with my Pringles and Diet coke